You said you would tell fortunes, so you can catch ghosts and exterminate zombies easily?

Lost...a hand?

Song Lecong silently hid behind his brother.

How can such a beautiful girl be a violent person?

Song Anhui's eyes lit up.

"You know kung fu?"

Song Shishi chuckled: "The old man taught me."

Song Anhui narrowed her eyes and looked at Old Song again: "Old Song, you are so hidden?"

Old Song blushes easily when he is not praised.

Afraid of being discovered, he quickly looked at Song Lecong: "I haven't told you two brothers how the money fell from the sky."

"Money is falling from the sky?" Song Shishi couldn't believe it. "How did that happen? How much money did it drop?"

Song Lecong was a little scared of her and didn't dare to show off this time.

His brother explained.

"Three months ago, I was returning home at night and rescued a girl near a construction site and took her to the hospital."

"I didn't pay her any fees, but I didn't expect her to remember it for so long and come to me after she recovered."

Song Anhui's eyes lit up.

"You want to pledge yourself to me?"

Song Lecong waved his hands repeatedly: "How is it possible? My brother is so ugly, and she is not blind."

His brother coughed lightly and lowered his voice: "Shut up."

"I was telling the truth."

"But they gave me 100,000 yuan and arranged jobs for me and my brother. The salary is over 1,000 yuan. If we work for five years, we can also be allocated a house."

"And these clothes, Sister Congcong took us to the mall to buy them. Do you know how much a set of clothes cost?"

Song Anhui squinted and looked carefully.

"Ten thousand?"

The corners of Song Lecong's mouth twitched.

“It’s not that expensive.”

"Just over 3,000."

Song Shishi's eyes turned red with jealousy.

She slammed her fist on the table. Xiao Liu'er quickly pressed down the teacup on it. Then she angrily said, "That's too much!"

"I also saved lives and sent people to the hospital. Why didn't anyone give me 100,000?"

"I want a beautiful dress worth three thousand too!"

Song Anhui blinked. "A skirt costs three thousand. Doesn't it look a bit cheap on you? I'll have someone send a batch over later."

Song Shishi was stunned.

"A, a batch?"

"Well, don't you want it?"

"Yes," Song Shishi held her hand tightly, her eyes firm, "Sister, you are definitely my long-lost sister!"

Song Lecong's brother grinned foolishly, and Song Lecong felt a sour taste in his mouth.

A batch of skirts.

And from what she said, each item would cost at least three thousand.

Suddenly I feel that a deposit of 100,000 yuan is not so attractive anymore.

Can't there be another rich person like me in this world?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but say, "How come you are so rich?"

Song Anhui lifted her long hair.

"There's nothing I can do. My ancestors worked harder."

Old Song nodded.

All the people with the surname Song in this house are relatives.

The ancestors more than ten generations ago might be brothers.

Unfortunately, things are very different now.

The Song Lecong brothers came today to thank Su Chen and brought a bulging red envelope. When they learned that Su Chen went to Zhuang Xu's house on the next street, Song Shishi frowned and asked, "What's wrong with his family?"

"His mother asked him to take Xiaoyu to visit the graves. Xiaoyu came back with a fever. She was afraid that she had lost her soul."

Song Shishi snorted softly: "If he doesn't listen to his mother for one day, will he die?"

Little Liu'er shook her little head.

"Certainly not."

Her face was pulled up.

"Uh, uh, sister, let me go."

"No, no, no, no, Xiao Liu'er, have you gained weight recently? Your face is so chubby."

Speaking of fat, Lao Song finally remembered that there were green rice dumplings in the backyard.

Heat it up and bring it in.

Song Shishi took a bite and put it down, then put it in a bowl and covered it with a plastic bag.

"I'm on a diet, so I can't eat too much. Well, I'm going out for a while."

Song Anhui: “???”

"Why is she going?"

Old Song was disappointed: "What else can I do? Girls can't be kept at home when they grow up."

The other end.

Su Chen and Zhuang Xu came home.

Zhuang's house is bigger than Lao Song's teahouse. The front is rented to merchants to open shops. Zhuang Xu led Su Chen into the yard through a small door on the side.

There is a swing in the yard, a grape trellis in the corner, and several rows of potted plants placed in the corner of the wall. At this moment, an old man is watering the potted plants.

Seeing this, Zhuang Xu hurriedly asked, "Mom, is Xiaoyu's fever gone?"

"Nope."

"Then why do you still have the mind to water these? Xiaoyu loves you the most, and she will secretly hide delicious food for you."

The old man put down the kettle and said, "Can't you buy what I want to eat myself?"

As she spoke, she glanced at Su Chen: "Who is this?"

"Master Su, didn't I tell you that Xiaoyu might have lost her soul? I asked Master Su to come and take a look."

The old man's face immediately relaxed.

"Xiao Xu, are you out of your mind?"

"What will happen to your job if people at your workplace find out about this?"

Zhuang Xu felt wronged: "It's just a job, the salary isn't high, if I lose it, I lose it."

"If you really don't work, I'll stay home and plant flowers with you."

"Pooh, pooh, pooh," the old man said, disappointed. "It's just a job? He's still an official at least!"

"Yes, yes, Mom, you are absolutely right. I can't give up this job, so, Mom, you have to keep it a secret, shh."

Zhuang Xu said this and took Su Chen into the house.

The old man kept yelling for a long time but was not told to turn around. He was so angry that he kicked the flowerpot and ended up holding his foot and screaming in pain.

In the room, a young and beautiful woman was quietly wiping away tears.

Seeing Zhuang Xu coming back, he didn't call anyone, but stood up silently and took away the washbasin and towel.

You can tell at a glance that he is angry.

Zhuang Xu coaxed her gently, "Tangtang, I've gone to ask Taoist Su for help. Don't worry, Taoist Su is not only good at calling souls, but his medical skills are also amazing. Xiaoyu will definitely be fine."

The woman then looked at Su Chen again and nodded to him.

Seeing this, Zhuang Xu breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly asked Su Chen to go over and check Xiaoyu.

The little person on the bed was a small ball, with a red face, wet hair, and fine beads of sweat on his face and neck.

Under Tian's eyes, Su Chen quickly discovered that there was a small ball of black aura in her head.

Zhuang Xu asked anxiously, "Master Su, how is it? Did Xiaoyu lose her soul?"

Su Chen shook his head: "All three souls and seven spirits are here."

"...Ah? Didn't you lose your soul?"

"So, is Xiaoyu just sick with a fever, Master Su?"

As Zhuang Xu spoke, he subconsciously turned around and looked at his wife Xia Xiaotang.

Xia Xiaotang's eyes flickered, and she felt a little guilty.

She was very superstitious. She was angry because her husband and mother-in-law took Xiaoyu to visit the grave without saying a word while she was at work. She thought Xiaoyu had lost her soul and had a high fever.

So it seems that I blamed my mother-in-law wrongly?

After all, he is a junior.

When she was hesitating whether to go out and apologize to her mother-in-law, Su Chen shook his head: "It's not a high fever, it's really an evil spirit."

Xia Xiaotang: “!!!”

She came to Zhuang Xu viciously and twisted his ear.

"It hurts, it hurts~"

Zhuang Xu pleaded, pulling his ears back. He begged Xia Xiaotang for mercy, then asked Su Chen aggrievedly, "Master Su, was it an evil spirit? What did Xiaoyu see in the cemetery?"

Su Chen nodded: "Not only did he see it, he also followed it back home."

Zhuang Xu: “!!!”

In an instant, goose bumps appeared all over my body.

He quickly looked around and found that the furnishings that were familiar to him in the past were now extremely strange, as if there might be evil spirits hiding in every place, staring at him intently.

Zhuang Xu's teeth almost chattered at the thought of this possibility.

"Master Su, please take him in quickly."

Su Chen shook his head: "He has no ill will towards the child."

"How is that possible? He didn't mean any harm and yet he gave Xiaoyu a fever?"